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I reached out to my Ixies (Patreon)

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2024-07-26 01:09:48
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with a desperate, beseeching look, the look of a drowning elf going down for the last time. Why weren't they helping me?? Was it because Ash - I mean Dr. Cesawonki - had trained them? Had it been the plan all along to betray me at the final moment? It didn't matter at this point; it was too late ... My Ixies couldn't save me from these Unseelie witches' clutches even if they tried! All of my strength was gone, drained away by their suffocating spell! With a final shudder, I surrendered to my fate. I went limp and closed my eyes for the last time. I hoped that I had lived my life well enough to be taken into Fuma's Embrace.

"Um, Sire," one of the Ixies murmured. "Are you all right? They're just hugging you."

My eyes snapped open.

"Oh," I said, observantly. I looked at Burnside and Rebecca. The joy on their faces was obvious. I suddenly felt very foolish. "Um... yeah... hello, Rebecca... and Burnside... It's nice to see you too."

After a few seconds, Rebecca let go and stepped back to look at me. Burnside, however, continued clutching me with an inexorable grip.

"Burnside," I said, poking her gently with my one free hand. "You can let go now."

"Nuh uh," she mumbled, shaking her head and snuggling up even tighter against me.

"Aww, that's cute," Rebecca chuckled. "She's afraid if she lets go, she might lose you for another really long time."

"She's just doing it for attention," I grumbled. If I ignored her, she would eventually give up on her own. I turned my attention to Rebecca. "So how've you been?"

"I knew you would find a way to escape!" Rebecca gushed excitedly. "I just knew it! I never gave up hope! As for me, I've been doing well since Burnside rescued me from Ash Marten's lessons. Lessons, hah! It was more like propaganda! He hardly taught me any magick. He was holding out in order to get me to convert to Unseelieness, but I held fast! I never forgot what you taught me, and I always remembered my vision of Fuma and Saint Reynard. The Seelie way is the only way! Speaking of which, I can't wait to hear how you escaped! I tried going back to Bunkirk once to preach the ways of Fuma, but no one was willing to listen. I was actually surprised they didn't form a mob and try to chase me out! I assume that was your doing. You're so much more Seelie than I am. Here it's been almost two hundred years and I still have a lot to learn! How did you manage to parlay with those crusty old religious conservatives and convince them to lift their embargo and let you go? Spare no details! Did you convince any of them to accept the light of Fuma too?"

She stopped her torrent of words, and I realized that now she was expecting me to say something. A deep pit formed in my stomach. What could I tell her about the doom that befell Bunkirk?

"Um, Rebecca," I started reluctantly. "You might want to sit down. I have some bad news..."

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St. Veronika

"By the way Rebecca, while you were gone I dragged a powerful witch from her psuedo-death halfway across the world and got her pregnant with only dubious consent in her part. Then I forgot to tell her about changeling practices in the nine months I was doting on her while she carried the child to term; how absentminded of me. Oh and then she had the gall to get mad in her hormone-drenched post-partum state when she woke up to her child suddenly missing! And THEN she flew into a rage, burned down Bunkirk, and killed everyone you knew because my attempts at de-escalating the situation were SO BAD that she would literally rather be hanged than let me talk! So, uh, sorry about that."

tegerio

Remind me not to hire you as my press agent.

St. Veronika

If someone fucks up this badly- accident or not- I don't think a press agent can save them.

Rick2tails

He has a raccoon cutie clinging to him tight and doesnt apprecaite it? He doesnt deserve a babe like Burnside!

Rick2tails

fortunately for him he has a literal goddess on his side

typeandkey

Well, he IS a politician...

Walter Reimer

And supposedly She gifted him with 'luck.'

Walter Reimer

Yeah, this is going to be an awkward interview.

St. Veronika

For Adler to have gotten out of that with basically only benefits (Bunkirk gone, princess born, crowned king, a "villainess" for him to point fingers at), I'd say he is luck-blessed.

tegerio

Nobody deserves a babe like Burnside.

typeandkey

>Rebecca: You blink at Adler in confusion, his nervous tone is not what you were expecting. "My lord... Is something wrong?" >Adler: You nudge Burnside with your elbow, surprisingly she gets the hint and slides off of you. "Rebecca... Bunkirk is gone..." >Rebecca: Gone? What does he mean gone? Where did it go? Did he teleport it away? >Adler: You take a deep breath, there is no easy way to break this to her. "Rebecca, something terrible has happened... A vicious, unseelie lunatic burned it down..." >Rebecca: No... No, that can't be right... That lunatic beaver firestarter died a long time ago after she burned her husband and sister alive. >Adler: "It's a little more complicated that that... You remember at the beginning of my banishment I was looking for an elf noblefemme? I found her... She turned out to be an irredeemable criminal, multiple murderer, and a callous manipulator that sees people as mere pawns top use and throw away, she has no empathy for anyone and cares for no one but herself. She also traded her soul to a demon which gave her immortally. I was forced to summon this monster in the guise of a woman in order to have an elf of noble blood free me. After that I naively thought I could tame her and turn her onto a better path... During our time together we became very close and... Had a daughter... I didn't want her anywhere near our child until I could be sure she could be trusted with her. I placed my daughter in the care of a childless family in desperate need of some good fortune. When I returned to her she accused me of being a child killer and stormed off, running afoul of the residents of Bunkirk. I tried to intervene on her behalf, the people of Bunkirk could have been convinced to let her go, but the psychotic Loon did nothing but hiss and snarl like some kind of feral animal. By then the damage was done and she was hung at a crossroads. This in itself was not the end of her, since she was immortal. Instead of simply leaving like a sane person, the sadistic wench stormed into Bunkirk and started indiscriminately murdering people; men, women, and children. Even mothers who were only trying to protect their children. No amount of pleading or begging for mercy could slake her bloodlust. I once again tried to intervene and stop her, but she had set the town alight. There was nothing I could do..." Despite what some delusional people might think, you believe all of this to be true. >Rebecca: You blink in confusion and horror. Your mind desperately reels trying to find a way to prove this can't be trues, but elves don't lie... Everyone in Bunkirk is dead, down to the last man, woman, and child. The town you grew up in was burned down. You had relatives living in Bunkirk, the descendants of your siblings... The people of your hometown weren't evil, they were just misled by lying charlatans. It was slow progress, but they were getting better. In another generation or two you could've opened their minds to Fuma. You were going to be a missionary for Fuma's word and lead Bunkirk into a new era... And now they're all gone. You feel like the world is collapsing out from under you. You are so overcome with emotions, that you drop to your hands and knees and vomit. >Adler: You and Burnside rush over to Rebecca to make sure she is alright. >Rebecca: You look up at Adler, your eyes burning with sorrow and rage. "Who did this?? What is her name??" >Adler: "Her name is Zandar Skonk."